Since every queen and his mum is watching Downton Abbey, we thought we’d skip the pedantic recaps and get right into reading the characters for filth in the Downton Abbey Read-Cap. Each week we’ll throw shade on characters, plotlines and producers with the inappropriate glee of a sadistic dentist. Nothing is sacred. You have been warned.

It’s Spring 1920 and the whole of Downtonsfordshire is excited for Bilbo Baggins Cousin Matthew’s marriage to Lady Mary. So excited, in fact, that they’ve taken to stringing sanitary napkins from house to house for some reason. (No matter! It’s the past! And everything is so much classier!)

Not classy however, is Lady Sybil, who got knocked up by Branson, the sexy chauffeur, and has to live in Ireland as a pauper. I’s even more tragic because they’re too poor to come to the fancy wedding, even though Dame Maggie Smith wants them there and so does meddlesome Cousin Isabel, who of course thinks it’s super cool that they have some poor folk in the family now.

But we are floored that Matthew and Mary are finally tying the knot after, what, 13 season? It’s such a miracle that no one seems to care anymore that Matthew’s spine has magically—and maybe he’s sterile now.

Speaking of distantly related, centuries of inbreeding cannot have done much for the Crawley dynasty’s brainpower, because Lord Grantham, High King of the Crawleys, has managed to lose all of his money. Again. Because of trains in Canada or something. “Trains in Canada? I say, lets jolly well get some of those!” Except it was a terrible, terrible idea and now all the money is gone. All of Elizabeth McGovern’s American millions too! Yes, the Crawdads are once again on the brink of losing Downsyndrome Abbey! (What else is new?)

Meanwhile, among the downstairs people, Bates is in the joint for life even though nobody at UptownDownton believes he really poisoned his evil wife. Come on, the dude looks pretty damn guilty, right? But they’re not gonna hang him!

Anna The Blonde and Virtuous is on the case, chasing down leads between conjugal visits. But it’s not all slap-and-tickle in the showers and tender embraces after lights-out for Our Man Bates. He’s got a new cellmate who’s, ahem, a real pain in the ass.

Speaking of which, Thomas—beautiful, evil Thomas—has weaseled his way into Bates’s old job giving handies to High King Crawley, who is so distracted by the family’s impending financial ruination that he accidentally hires O’Brien’s freakishly tall nephew, Alfonso, as a footman.

Thomas doesn’t like this one bit for some reason—mainly having to do with him being evil and gay. And Carson doesn’t like it either, because Alfonso is waaay too tall and used to be a waiter. And Old Lord Grantham doesn’t like it either, because he’s all uptight about money now!

The next day—or maybe it’s weeks later, who knows—Sybil turns up looking all pregnant and poor. It seems someone sent her the money to come home, but no one knows who! (Turns out it was the Dowager, the saucy old bag!) Everyone’s just tickled to see her—but no one is pleased to see Branson. The servants won’t serve him and he doesn’t even have the right clothes! “Uniform of oppression!” he grumbles all the time, “Free Ireland!”

One night, this schmuck Sybil used to shag comes over for dinner and totally slips Branson a mickey! So Brandy looks wasted at dinner—like, frat boy on St. Pat’s Day wasted—but no one can tell the difference because he’s Irish.

Downstairs, Daisy is throwing hissy fits left and right because her life just really fucking sucks. Who’s got it worse than her, right? She’s at the bottom of the food chain, and practically shouts, “Fuck this noise, I’m calling my agent!”

But that lasts about 20 seconds before Mrs. Patmore smacks the bun right off Daisy’s foolhardy head and sends her to bed without gruel.

Shirley MacLaine finally arrives, looking like a cross between Elizabeth I and Ronald McDonald and adding about as much substance as a fan who won a walk-on. Ah, stunt casting! Shirley’s definitely not pleased that Cousin Mattress will be inheriting her daughter’s American money, but it’s okay because he’s finally marrying Mary now. (And Lord Grundlethumb had pretty much pissed it all away anyway.)

Oh, remember how Cousin Matthew was engaged to this other girl last season and she died? No? Yeah, I know, it’s been a while, but it happened. Well, it turns out the girl’s father is dead, too—and left all of his fortune to Matthew! “Fortune, you say?” says Lady Mary, her eyeballs turning into pound signs. “Of course you must use it to save Downton!”

But no, Doormatthew has decided he can’t keep the money because it wouldn’t be honorable. And, oh good God, the tantrum Mary throws! On the eve of their nuptuations, no less. It seems our love birds, the most unappealing couple in all of Western civilization, are faced with yet another roadblock to marital bliss and dynastic security!

Guess what saves the day this time? Branson the best man! He goes over with a bottle of Jameson to Matthew’s place, where they sit by the fire getting drunk and talking about women. How much better it would be if they could just spend the rest of their lives palling around together, you know, just two brohams in the English countryside.

“But you have to go to Lady Mary,” advises Branson. “Only you can thaw her icy womb and free us from the evil curse plaguing Dow Jones Abbey.”

So, despite basically hating each other and disagreeing on everything, M&M decide to go through with the wedding. Lord Grantham is so pleased with Branson’s meddling that he actually speaks to him—even though it makes Robert throw up in his mouth a little.

Meanwhile, up-up-upstairs, Mary is pretending she actually likes her stupid sisters. Then it’s time to come down and show her dress to the butler: “Oh, hay, Carson—I just threw on this white sack and I’m getting married now!”

“Bully, m’lady!” Carson coughs back. And then they all go to the church, where the serfs in the village are just sooo super-excited to see this shapeless white broad getting married to Lady Mary.

Sorry… no… I tried… I can’t leave it: Down syndrome Abbey!? Really? we went there?

Oh dear.

Then again I’m probably just being an overly sensitive emotional drunken half-mick.

I didn’t click through to page 2 so i can only pray you didn’t go full watermelon and Holocaust Lol-crazeee.

Jan 7, 2013 at 6:04 am · @Reply ·

Jay

That was really bad. And dumb. And point-missing. I hope you won’t bother to embarrass yourself further.

Jan 7, 2013 at 6:12 pm · @Reply ·

petensfo

I liked the recap… I had a little Downton dinner for the gays & wasn’t able to catch all
of it in the moment. But for future, you might want to make clear that you’re giving away info. I for one, didn’t really connect ‘read-cap’ until underway.